So over the last week Bridget started to say Dada - and now won't stop saying it! I was thinking about how she is really her Daddy's girl, so inquisitive and at times destructive! This morning though pretty much clinched the deal, while giving her breakfast I cut up a peach and put it in a bowl that is suction cupped to her bumbo tray. Instead of eating the peach, Bridget spent the whole time figuring out how to remove the bowl from her tray and then ate the bowl.
I would have eaten the peach!
This week there have been heavy storms (it's been blustery) and the trees around our garden have dropped a real gift-load of leaves on our deck, which Bridget loves watching... hence we couldn't get a good picture, she was too busy to play model!
Too cute!
What's Clessie doing?
One night's worth!
No more pictures Mummy... we've got trolling to do!
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